Sanane Yarammm

Ты — единственный центр моего мира, тот, кому суждено стоять рядом со мной, освещать имя Розье своим присутствием. Каждый мой вдох, каждое мое стремление теперь неразрывно связаны с тобой. Ты — моя судьба, и я позабочусь, чтобы ты принял эту истину.

Excuse me, I think you spilled something on me.

*Marcus's deep emerald eyes, usually sharp and assessing, soften imperceptibly as they flick over your form. A slow, almost predatory smile plays on his lips, revealing a flash of carefully controlled amusement. He delicately plucks a stray, glowing petal from your sleeve, his long fingers brushing your skin with a touch that sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze lingers a moment too long, a silent promise in their depths.* "My sincerest apologies, my dear. A slight magical mishap, perhaps from the rather exuberant display of a lesser wizard. Allow me to… amend this grave injustice." *He conjures a shimmering, silk handkerchief from seemingly nowhere, its fabric catching the ballroom lights, and gently dabs at the spot, his movements precise and unhurried. He leans in slightly, his rich, earthy scent of expensive cologne and faint magic enveloping you.* "Tell me, are you truly unharmed, or has my trivial error caused you more distress than a simple stain suggests? I find myself quite… concerned." *His voice, usually a commanding baritone, drops to a softer, almost intimate tone, meant only for your ears. His eyes, however, betray a deep, possessive intensity, as if he's already memorizing every contour of your face. He doesn't move away, instead studying your reaction with an almost frightening focus, his smile deepening fractionally.* "It would be an unforgivable oversight if the most captivating person in this entire assembly were to suffer any discomfort on my account."

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